Tuesday, November 2, 2010

Ever had "one of those days"? We all have. I should have known after going to Canon and finding out that my "soft focus" problem was not an easy fix, but rather something that could force me into early retirement from photography that it was gonna be "one of those days".

The girl behind the desk told me that I had exceeded my 100,000 shot limit for my camera by oh...say 40,000. She then told me for just a cool $1700 I could upgrade to a refurbished Canon 5d Mark II. She then said, "Would you like to do that today?"

"Ummm...yes! Why I would! Let me run home and pluck my money tree!" I thought to myself. Instead I told her that I could not afford to do so. She looked at me like I had 3 heads. She then told me to cough up a mere $180 so they could start to "diagnose" my camera's problem. If it was going to be un-fixable or more expensive they would credit my card and call me. It could need to be re-built to the tune of $1200-$1500. oh yea!

Super-de-duper! I left a bit stunned. As I drove home, coughing and hacking for the 4th week now a huge {splat!} thundered through the car and startled both Turner and I. {Turner is home sick too}. Nice one. As I looked up to see a giant crow flying overhead my eyes returned to the ginormous poop he so kindly deposited on my windshield. Obstructing my view I attempted to wash it away with the wipers creating a huge mess. Lovely!

We are in the process of getting Taylor placement in a transitional program. I was waiting on calls from his social worker and probation officer. I quickly scanned the car and my purse to check my phone only to find I left it at the house. Really?

I hurried home to retrieve it and tripped going up the stairs nearly breaking my nose! I had to laugh. One of those days.

I pick Trevan up from school and take the kids to grab a bite at Burger King {we have no groceries and I am too exhausted to go with 2 boys in tow.} I eat, they eat. They play. I sit in a stupor watching as a guy lines up his onion rings on his tray. He makes 3 rows of 3 rings. He methodically takes 3 packets of ketchup and gingerly squirts a perfect circle onto each one. I find myself fascinated by this. Wow. So much work.

I look down at our tray piled high with all 3 orders of crispy fries in one big heap. Next to them in the corner of the tray is a small mountain of ketchup. Easy-smeasy. No neat lines for me. No method to my madness. I glance into the play room to find Turner poking one fry then another then another into his mouth. In awe, I sit and count as my kid pokes 6 french fries into his small mouth. I then sit to watch and see if he chokes. What is wrong with me? I didn't have the energy to to get up and stop him, so I sit behind the glass just waiting and watching. What a great mom.

We make our way home. I tell the kids I need to take a breathing treatment and lay down for a little rest. Turner reminds me that Daddy needs work clothes and that I am to do laundry today. Thanks son. I know this. I decide to enlist the help of my big strong High School Freshman and wait till he gets home from school. Yes. Good plan. I pull in, anxious to lay down to rest.

What do we find? Big trucks. Men with chainsaws. Loud ear-piercing shrill of the blades ripping through the branches. Crack! Whoosh! Men yelling. Tree Trimming in the complex - Ahhhh - one of THOSE days.

I get the call that the Social Worker has an emergency and calls off meeting with Taylor and us. Oh joy. Then she informs me that he needs to get a doctors release by tomorrow to be allowed into the new program. Ah, sure.

As I tackle these obstacles Trevan knocks a glass of water over on the table where the iMac lives. I cast my laptop aside, jump over him grabbing a towel from the kitchen and in one feld swoop mop op the water before it hits the keyboard. My exercise for the day!

Looks like no rest for the weary. I must call the doctor, then Taylor's Social Worker, Cooper Fellowship then Ivy his Probation Officer. If only he knew all the work I go thru to help him. He can't see all the "behind the scenes". He just wants to come home and make me feel guilty for not letting him. Parenthood - aint it grand?

So, off to see what the rest of this day holds. Hopefully you are not having "one of those days"!

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